Kpop Imagines

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Word Count: 424

We met about 3 years ago and were both very good friends. Some even thought we were a couple because of our close friendship together. Yet everytime someone says that the both of us should just date already, my mind echoes that I was planning to tell him. Planning to confess my feelings to him.

Until he told me he found interest in a girl just the day before yesterday. He says she's dreamy and beautiful. "She's perfect." He would tell me.

If only he knew how I felt towards him inside.

The day he told me about his crush was indeed yesterday, but it was also a long and torturous year ago.

Now, they are happily together. They have been for a near 8 months now.

Oh how I envied her.

Today may as well become the worst day for me ever. I now regret not telling him my feelings sooner.

"Today," he told me this morning over a phone call, "I will ask her to marry me."

Those very words killed me. I felt like my heart was already dropping a million feet underground. My heart clenched in pain. I felt like I was suffocating, trapped inside a filthy small box. I felt that there was no reason left for me to live. To keep going. To keep living in this cruel and harsh world.

Yet there was a shadowed side to the girl whom he loved with all his heart. She hid her true self within the darkest shades of shadow. I remember meeting her at the park one breezy and warm summer night.

"Don't be silly," she glared, shaking her head, "I don't love him at all. I am just looking for his wealth."

After hearing those words, I tried to tell my friend what his girlfriend had said to me, yet since I had no evidence, he denied everything.

But maybe today he'll finally see what type of monster his 'lover' really is. Or perhaps not since she might have agreed to have an engagement with him.

She was unpredictable. Scheming. Cruel. Blackmailing.

Most yet, she was heartless.

Rewatching old movies of mine in my compact apartment, a ring from my phone was heard throughout the entire place. I answered the phone quickly without checking the caller ID.

I heard a voice. This person sounded as if they were dying. A cracked voice with sniffles. Through the strangled cries, I knew this voice. It was all too familiar.

"You were right," the voice cried,
"she's a gold digging monster."